It rests 17 000 000 kilometres in space
And moves at its own pace.
I live and grow inside it
And the reality of Earth, never hits.
Until one day,
I will take a stand,
Journeying through the haze and finding my way,
Through the foreign land.
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That's my poem. The words slash against the paper, with my beautiful typewriter. I decorate the paper . Finally, it's ready.
Hello! Sorry for the super-short chapter (shortest that I've ever written!). Thank you SO much for continuing to read, and if you have any ideas please comment down below. -I'm having a bit of writer block. Also thanks to:
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